Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.